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For our penultimate poem selected by guest editor Jessie Joe Jacobs, here comes an 'austerity ballad' from Adrian McRobb. Deeper In Debt… Another day in a small grey town The rain as usual pouring down Sodden people standing in queues Reading papers full of yesterdays news In near empty bars staff idly wipe glasses Beer! … Continue reading Deeper In Debt by Adrian McRobb→

In our January session, we came together to write a communal poem inspired by a simple yet powerful life-story poem, written by local hero Sara Dennis. (See below for full poem). In it, Sara lists a long series of events and actions, some of which seem to be behaviour patterns repeating, some of which are … Continue reading Stop Motion Stories→

Grief is a rough skinned gourd, with a course rind of ember green and a soft flesh fruit centre. And when this growth erupts inside your chest you are a heavy globe of roasted heart that swells and writhes and thumps against your ribs, until you don’t know whether to carve your innards out and … Continue reading Grief by Hannah Davies→

We're absolutely delighted to feature this 'one-shot filmpoem' by Beth Ripper, who has followed the instructions given on our previous tutorial blog. Please do have a go yourself, and send in your work! Beth lives in the wild west of Cumbria with her husband, Tim, and two silly dogs, Pip and Mae. She’s a keen … Continue reading Film by Beth Ripper→

I’m Not Changing my Name because it is me my baggage, foibles, self because I love the misspellings because I will be "ambitious", "pert" and "forward". because my life began at birth because I am not first a wife Maggie Mackay, a Scot and recent Manchester Metropolitan University MA Poetry graduate, … Continue reading I’m Not Changing My Name by Maggie McKay→

Chantress Snaking briar Kiss the ground Make a root Where you’re found Snick and snag Kitten claws Do your worst Little thorns Overgrow Overthrow Nature’s way Hammer home He is gone He who strimmed Beat you back Lopped your limbs Dragged you forth Burnt your dead Boiled your young Smeared his … Continue reading Chantress by Susie McComb→

Nationality The TV presenters are shouting. Every line they deliver is accentuated by dramatic pauses and rising crescendos. I scan the jammed airport terminal, attempting to spy a man under forty not clad in a cap. The voices are too loud; jarring. I have returned once more to the U. S. of A. “Welcome … Continue reading Nationality by Valerie Pate→